Sun Shining on my Grave

I close my eyes and enjoy

the cold against my skin

I brush my brittle fingers against my weathered cheek

smiling shakily as I see

the sun shining through the window onto my grave

onto my grave

and I don’t feel the warmth

I don’t feel the warmth 

the cold of winter on a summer’s day

and my only regret as I close my eyes

finally 

is that I never enjoyed.

Never enjoyed

enough.